The Best Mistake (Not Just Friends 1)

If Shoshanna turned him down it would serve him right, though, thinking he could have something so good in his life. But shit, if she really did want him he’d show her that she’d be his queen. Toby could honestly say that he didn’t know why he felt this deep-rooted need to be with her.

Since high school—when she’d left him at the party and had ignored him the rest of the year—he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Maybe it was obsessive to think about, or want, a woman that didn’t want him all those years ago, yet he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind.

She’d gone off to college, left Silver Springs behind for years only to come back and call it home again.

But he wanted her, and until she flat out told him to fuck off he wouldn’t let her go.

Shoshanna was nervous as hell when she heard the knock on her front door. She knew it was Toby. He was right on time, and after she had gotten his message last week, talked to him and set up this date, she had been a nervous wreck.

He had called her. He had wanted to see her again, and tonight she’d have to tell him about the pregnancy. Shoshanna had gone to the clinic in town and checked everything out, because the last thing she wanted to do was tell him she was pregnant with his baby only to find out it had been a false positive test.

But she was most definitely pregnant and had gotten it confirmed.

He knocked on the door again, and she got butterflies in her belly. When she opened the door her heart stopped. Toby Mason was really here, wanted to see her again, and she was a nervous freaking wreck over it all.

“Hey,” he said and smiled.

“Hi,” Shoshanna said and stepped to the side. Despite the fact she hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever, she grew wet and warm instantly. He looked good, smelled good, too, and the ink on his arms turned her on.

God, she was so aroused, so hot for him, and he had only said one word. He stepped inside, and for a second all they did was stare at each other.

What would he think if he knew he had been on her mind for the last five weeks? It wasn’t so much because she was pregnant, though of course that was a factor, but because he had started something in her body that couldn’t be denied.

He was wrong for her, too experienced and sexual, and compared to him she was this little girl with a geeky personality.

“I missed you, Shoshanna.” He said it so low she almost didn’t hear.

“What?” Her voice came out like a little stutter. This was all moving so fast, taking up her entire life, and everything was changing in a matter of weeks.

He nodded, looked down at her lips, and before she knew what was happening he had his arms wrapped around her and his lips on hers. Her back met the wall in her foyer, and she moaned into his mouth. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself around you,” he murmured against her mouth and kissed her harder this time.

“Wait,” she said and placed her hands on his chest, stopping him. Looking into his eyes when he pulled back an inch, she thought about everything they needed to talk about, but right now having him so close felt so good.

“I missed you, Shoshanna. I know how crazy that sounds, but for the last few weeks you’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

She breathed harder, stared into his blue eyes, and something in her just snapped. She didn’t want to think about anything else but this moment. She pressed her mouth to his again, and kissed him just as hard.

Their tongues slid along each other, and she knew if she didn’t stop this now she would beg him to take her upstairs and forget about dinner all together.

Slipping her hands between their bodies, she started tugging on his belt. But faster than she anticipated Toby stopped her. He pulled away; his warm, minty breath coasting over her lips.

“Why did you stop?” Even she could hear how needy she sounded. His gaze was on her lips, and his erection pressed against her belly.

“If we don’t stop I’m liable not to control myself and take you right here.” He said the words, and she could hear the heat and arousal laced with them.

Sliding her hands up his tattooed arms and stopping at his biceps, she gave him a light squeeze. “Just kiss me.” She moved an inch closer until her breasts were pressed against his hard chest. She noticed the way his breathing changed to a faster, labored beat.

He closed his eyes and groaned, but didn’t respond verbally. Then he cupped her face and kissed her until she couldn’t think straight.